Comfort in the pain that I was subjected to is a hollow comfort,
For I now know the comfort of a mother's embrace in which the safest I've felt,
Know the comfort of a good friend and a glass of tequila with the music of years long since passed,
I know the comfort in oneself that allows for right proper shenanigans like late night dancing and perhaps singing down the streets,
For I now know the comfort in a body that once never felt like my own,
And now I know comfort in pain is no comfort at all.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
